The following text is taken from the Divine Archive. Heading names are inserted for clarity but not part of the original work.
I. (THAT WHICH IS) Edit
Before there was anything, there was the Source. From the Source all things are derived; and yet the Source is in no way diminished by this derivation.
The Deities, the gods and goddesses of the Pantheon, are the first derivatives of the Source; they are those who possess the greatest power in the universe. They own no master but the Source itself.
Derived from the Deities is the first humanity. Its brilliance overpowers it, and it is burned to ash before its light fades to darkness.
From the destruction of the first humanity is brought forth the second; Angels, Demons, Hybrids, and the Lesser.
From the evolution of the second humanity is brought forth the third; the Nameless, traversing the Void between worlds old and new.
From the third humanity is brought forth nothing. All returns to the Source; to be renewed or to be destroyed, by the will of the Source.
II. (OF THE DEITIES) Edit
The Deities are few in number, powerful though they may be. They neither age nor die as mortals do, for the Source supplies them with abundant life. Only by the will of the Source may a Deity become That Which Is Not.
Each Deity favors one thing above others; thus they are named for that which they cherish.
- Dio, God of Time;
- Miranda, Goddess of Desire;
- Tieria, God of Knowledge;
- Bethany, Goddess of Death;
- Siguna, God of Sound;
- Freyja, Goddess of Battle;
- her consort Hekel, God of Deception;
- her consort Hekel, God of Deception;
- Eris, Goddess of Chaos;
- her consort Rosewood, Goddess of Design;
- her consort Rosewood, Goddess of Design;
- these are the Deities of the Pantheon.
III. (OF DIO) Edit
Dio, God of Time; eldest of the Pantheon.
He whose long, flowing hair is a purity of white beyond whiteness;
- whose skin is the earthy color of the garden in which life flourishes;
- whose glittering eyes are the shifting bronze sands of a thousand hourglasses, ever in motion.
From the beginning of his existence Dio has watched over the universe, extending his hand to adjust the flow of time as he sees necessary; ever serious in his pursuits, yet gentle and forgiving as far as such is allowed, the knowledge of his own abilities - and the consequences they bring - weighing heavily upon him always.
IV. (OF MIRANDA) Edit
Miranda, Goddess of Desire.
She of the radiant golden hair, outshining the fiery stars as they die and are reborn;
- the flawless ivory skin, that darkens to crimson as divine blood effuses it during her countless passions;
- the warm and liquid blue eyes, reflecting the overarching heavens of worlds in their prime.
When Miranda draws near, those of the lesser races are set afire by the burning desires they each hold within; when she turns away and hides her face, cold and mechanical rationality is all that remains. But she will not turn away frivolously, for she loves all creation without reservation.
V. (OF TIERIA) Edit
Tieria, God of Knowledge.
He whose long and tightly braided hair is the dark burgundy of the finest of wines;
- whose pale skin is radiant with the glow of living, breathing information;
- whose golden eyes are the gleaming metal of civilization advanced beyond imagining.
To those who cry for aid in the pursuit of knowledge, Tieria answers; to those who earnestly seek to learn what mysteries creation holds, he provides. He himself seeks the omniscience that the Source holds, or the nearest thing to it, and never turns aside from his path toward the ultimate understanding of all things.
VI. (OF BETHANY) Edit
Bethany, Goddess of Death.
She of the long and wild hair, a pure black beyond the all-consuming darkness of the Void;
- the sharply pale skin, its soft luminescence implying a fragility which does not exist;
- the blue-gray eyes which may go from the softness of cool seafoam to the merciless edge of bright metal in a flash.
Slow to anger but swift in vengeance, Bethany holds all inevitably doomed lives in the palm of her hand, she the determiner of which ones should be extinguished and which should be granted more time. Yet even with this responsibility, she is a lover of life, however understated.
VII. (OF SIGUNA) Edit
Siguna, God of Sound.
He whose shoulder-length hair is the ethereal, gently whispering silver of stardust;
- whose light brown skin fairly glows with vibrant energy, resonant with barely-contained melodies;
- whose entrancing crimson eyes well reflect his lively personality and mysterious aura.
The Singer of the All-Melody, the Orator of the Infinite; from nothingness Siguna weaves music, from emptiness he forges languages and words. When his full fury is unleashed, mind-shattering noise reaves souls into shreds and then into nothing; when his eyes grow dim, a terrifying pall of silence rests heavily upon all life.
VIII. (OF FREYJA) Edit
Freyja, Goddess of Battle.
She of the short and spiky hair, the burning crimson of freshly spilled blood;
- the sun-darkened skin, its smooth surface interrupted with scars both old and ever new;
- the emerald eyes of perfect keenness, effortlessly piercing the fog of war.
Both a student and the undisputed master of conflict, Freyja descends to the field with violence upon her arm and a song of battle upon her lips; ever eager to match weapons and wits against her opponents, whether they be the greatest of the age or the spirited youth.
IX. (OF HEKEL) Edit
Hekel, God of Deception; consort of Freyja.
He whose mess of curls is an unassuming dark brown, fit for the King of Rogues;
- whose fair skin beams with perfectly assumed false honesty;
- whose dark red eyes sparkle like rubies in the fist of a confidence man, forever just out of reach.
The Trickster God, the Jester, the Master of Masks; Hekel is a lover of stratagems, ruses, jokes, and all things clever. Ever adored, never trusted by any but the foolish, he brings smiles and laughter to creation as often as groans and misery, never too far from Freyja's watchful gaze.
X. (OF ERIS) Edit
Eris, Goddess of Chaos.
She of the long and endlessly shifting hair, possessed of all colors and of none;
- the deep and dark bronze skin, barely able to contain her divinely fluid grace;
- the vibrant, piercing sapphire eyes that dart swiftly from one interest to the next.
She delights in the powerful unpredictability that life itself brings, and where too little exists she provides the necessary spark, drawing hope and ambition from the maelstrom of potential within all things and returning it tenfold.
XI. (OF ROSEWOOD) Edit
Rosewood, Goddess of Design; consort of Eris.
She of the shoulder-length ebon hair that restlessly trembles, intertwined with the essence of mortal magic;
- the fair skin that shines with overwhelming health and strength of spirit;
- the turbulent, swirling violet eyes combining unyielding logic and equally strong emotion.
From the second humanity was Rosewood given life, and from such a lowly state she ascended to the side of Eris possessing power equal to any Deity; and the Source named her as one of its own. So it was that the Goddess of Design took her place among the Pantheon.
XII. (OF THE OTHER RACES) Edit
There is but one race that desires naught but destruction, that thinks only of murder and the spilling of blood. These are the creatures given only the name 'Behemoth', and they are children of the minds of the Deities themselves.
When a Deity says or does something and deeply regrets it, a Behemoth is born of that regret.
When a Deity forgets or represses an idea, a Behemoth is born of that silenced memory.
When a Deity weeps in untempered sorrow, a Behemoth is born of those tears.
When a Deity rages in unexpressed anger, a Behemoth is born of that fury.
For an instant, upon its birth, a Behemoth has sanity; in the same instant, upon recognition of what it is - the discarded, unwanted remnants of thought - its mind is irrevocably broken to pieces, never to be made whole. Remaining hidden from mortal eyes, a passing Behemoth may fill the mind with horrific visions of death and destruction, tainting the consciousness with despair and depravity; uncloaked, with nothing to hide its ghastly form, the mere sight of a Behemoth will shatter all but the strongest of souls and bring death in the most infinitesimal of moments.
As long as the Deities themselves exist, the Behemoth race is That Which Can Be. Only by a supremely focused effort from one who bears the power of a Deity, whether through possession or by the wielding of an artifact, may an individual Behemoth be unmade.